Authors Note: okay I am finally back guys, can't guarantee how this one will be but we shall see. This is a Harry Potter, Lineage2 cross over. If you don't know what Lineage 2 is it's a online game I play and love. If anyone wants to know what I'm talking about when I describe armor and looks just send me a message over fan fiction with your email and which armor you want. This will be slightly darker fic then I am used to writing. This has spoilers from HBP but is not connected.. in other words just tad bits I stole…the old coot is still alive.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, which belongs to she-who-is-always-named. I don't own Lineage 2. That is owned by the bleep up NCSOFT. Only ones I own are Zerachiel, and anyone that you don't recognize from HP.
Chapter 1: Lord Zerachiel, Alive!
Dark clouds covered the heaven above; the clap of distant thunder altered all of the occupants of the castle that a storm was fast approaching. Static electricity was thick in the air and caused the hair on the back of a loan figure on the ground stand on end.
Black fabric whipped around the figure as the wind began to pick up, the hood obscuring their face blew back revealing shocking long white hair, a start contrast to there ashen skin.
Brilliant purple eyes gazed up at the castle, the purple slowly growing darker so the orbs were now a black so dark only comparable to onyx. The skin slowly turned to a pale sallow white, and hair turning as black as the midnight sky.
No one would ever know his dark secret.
There was a sound 'THUNK' that resounded through out the silent classroom. A couple heads turned to see who was the newest head to hit the table. A couple chucked as they noticed the blond Slytherin fast asleep on his DADA book.
It was official Dumbledore had stooped to a whole new low, either that or was exciding desperate for a new DADA teacher. The class had become the most boring class in Hogwarts history; it was even so boring that even Hermione was falling asleep.
Professor Alderage was the ultimate model for the term BLOND! She was now known as the Hogwarts slut. She dressed in something that could barely be described as a robe, it looked like playboy met Hollywood boulevard hooker. She always wore extremely cheap makeup that did not match at any point. And she talked like a Irish valley girl.
She never taught them how to cast defensive spells just droned on in her annoying voice about the history of dark arts and creatures. Hell Binns was more exciting then her.
Harry raised his head slightly as Ron began pulling on his sleeve. He saw Ron's mouth moving but heard nothing; smacking himself mentally he withdrew the cotton from one of his ears.
Ron stopped, his eyes sweeping over the cotton ball in Harry's hand.
"Bloody brilliant, mate." He said smiling. Harry grinned at him and sat up slightly. Looking around he noticed that much of the classroom was doing the same.
"Did the bell ring?" Harry asked, Hermione shook her head; she had a look on her face that they often saw when Binns actually started talking about something interesting in class.
Alderage stood glaring at the class, seeming to notice for the very first time that her whole class was asleep. The glare only caused several people to snicker behind there hands.
" She need's to take some pointers from Snape if she wants to intimate her class." Harry said, trying not to laugh at the pathetic site she presented them.
A snort from the back of class caused everyone to swivel around in there seats and snicker at a bleary eyed Malfoy.
"So the prince finally awakes."
The class roared with laughter as Malfoy sent a death glare at Ron.
" Every, like shut up!"
Dead silence, then the room erupted in hysterical laughter. Professor Alderage flushed and stomped her foot, causing the room to completely loose it. Malfoy fell backwards out of his chair, while Harry and Ron were hanging onto each other to keep each other from fallowing in his footsteps. Even Hermione who had a almost god like admiration for teachers was laughing.
" Did your professor not tell you to shut up."
Instantly a chill so strong swept over the room, like a silencing charm had been cast over the room everyone stopped laughing and the classroom was left in dead silence.
Eyes as cold as ice and the color of the darkest onyx swept over the room freezing each student to there seat.
Alderage looked to the door and smiled brightly at the shadow that haunted her door.
"Severus, what like a pleasant surprise." Students saw their potions master flinch.
It was common knowledge around Hogwarts that Professor Alderage had a very strong fancy for the dark and nasty head of Slytherin. Every time the ever saw there potions professor except in class she was always around him. And all the time the students noticed that his left hand twitched ominously.
" Professor, I trust they will give you no more trouble." He nodded and started to leave.
" Severus!" Snape stopped mid stride, his back instantly becoming as ridged as a soldiers. Many giggles as the could imagine seeing there professor counting to ten mentally in his head.
He rounded on her with what had to be the coldest most venom filled glare any of them had ever seen.
" It is Professor Snape to you." He snarled, the students instantly backed up knowing there professor was in a dangerous mood.
"Ohh but Severus, please come sit this class out, it seems the students listen to you."
Snape sent a glare around the classroom, this would not go unpunished.
He swept into the room, and took the only available seat, which just happen to be at the same table as the golden trio. He sent them a glare, but stayed silent as he lent back in the chair. He looked anything but happy at where his intrusion had landed him.
" Okay like I was going to say, I want to conclude this class with a little history lesson about a very dark creature… so dark that there very name has dark in it."
The teacher ignored the collected groans, even the slight groan issued from the potions master. He was slumped down in his chair, very much so like the other students.
" Can anyone tell me a very dark creature that has dark in their name?"
Not surprising no student raised their hands, not even Hermione.
"I'm surprised not even book worm Granger knows the answer to this one."
Hermione blushed slightly and turned her head away. Ron was about to shout at Snape but Alderage prevented that.
" Do you know then Severus." She purred, trying to sound sexy.
Snape suddenly paled, his black eyes for the first time ever showing panic.
"You're not referring to the dark cousin of the Elvin race?"
Alderage smiled even brighter if that was possible, which only caused Snape to pale more. If THAT was even possible.
" Exactly Severus, how many people know the tail of one of the most famous Dark Elf's?"
At this Hermione's hand did go up, though slightly slower, she was looking at her professor worriedly.
"Yes miss Granger."
" That would beLord Zerachiel."
Harry felt more then saw Snape seize up, his body as taunt as a rubber band wound to tight.
"Snape?" Harry whispered, Snape instaly flinched like he had been struck, he turned and to Harry's shock bright emerald eyes were locked with even brighter purple eyes. In seconds they flashed back to black.
"What potter." He bit out. Harry shook his head, "nothing, sorry professor."
" Yes Miss Granger, I am speaking about the great Lord Zerachiel, he lived in a time of great turmoil, Hogwarts was in it infancy and even though was built as a school was a very thought after castle to the lords of the many clans of the day. And one of the many lords who sought after it was the lord of a very strong alliance. His 'human' name as the called it was Zerachiel, he was said to be a very handsome dark elf."
Snape had gone from being ridged, but now sat with a very strange look on his face. "But I never went after Hogwarts." He whispered to himself.
The golden trio all shared a look, did they just hear what they think they did.
" Driven mad by the senseless murder of his wife by wizards, he sought to take the jewel of the wizarding world from them."
Alderage was abruptly cut off as Snape stood, his chair falling to the ground.
"Excuse me professor, but I have many things to do."
With that he swept from the room, his robes billowing more ominously then normal, Harry felt sorry for those in the potions masters next class.
That night, the trio sat in a distant corner of the Gryffindor common room. Hermione pouring through a gigantic old book she had taken from the library earlier that day. Harry and Ron were engaged in a very much so one sided game of chess.
" Damn it!" Hermione cried, slamming her book shut, Harry looked up from where Ron's knight was beating on of his last pawns off the board.
" What is it Hermione?" Harry asked, more then ready to call this game on account of getting his ass whooped.
"There's nothing in this book about the actual attack on Hogwarts, just says that Lord Zerachiel attacked the school with his army of dark elves and orcs."
Harry and Ron looked up from their chess game. "Was I imagining it or did Snape say something before he left?" Ron asked
" That wasn't your imagination." Hermione said, leaning back in her chair.
"He said, but I never went after Hogwarts." Harry recited, looking out the window, it was another storm just like last night.
"And it was weird, when she started talking about everything he became very stiff, like he was ready to bolt at any minute, and when I called to him he turned to me and his eyes were a dark vibrant purple, and it went back to black."
Hermione instantly perkered up at this and started flipping through her book madly again.
"That's weird, you think Snape has a glamorine on him?" Ron asked. Harry shrugged, unsure what to think anymore when it came to things in the wizarding world.
"Ah ha here it is." Hermione called triumphantly, Ron and Harry moved around so they were looking at the page Hermione had opened too.
"Wow!" Ron said whistling low. "Is that Zerachiel?" he asked, staring down at the very detailed painting on the page.
"Yes, said it was found in a ruined castle way up in the northern lands."
Ron gave out another low whistle, " Well Alderage was right about one thing, he was handsome for a Dark elf."
Harry silently agreed, the portrait showed a figure that was both regal and handsome, someone that demanded loyalty and respect.
His skin was a light ashen gray, lighter he noticed then the other pictures of Dark elves he had seen. His features were also softer, not as hard as that of the dark elves. Brilliant white hair covered one whole side of his face; it fell in soft waves down his back. He wore an armor that Harry would have never dreamed of. It was a brilliant white and gold armor that was not bulky like most armors of the time period, but was formed completely to his body. It also seemed a lot more revealing then most armors back then. It was short sleeved and much of his legs were exposed, only the out side half where three panels ran down slightly past his knees covered the out side of his leg. He wore a crown on his head of bright gold; the center was an intricate design that turned into wings at the side of the head.
But what caught Harry's eyes were the brilliant purple eyes that stared back at him from the page.
"Hey herm."
Hermione looked up from the passage she was reading.
"Can you copy that picture over, so we can edit it, I wanna see something."
Extracting a piece of parchment from her bag Hermione cast a quick spell and the picture from the book copied over to the parchment.
"You know how to alter pictures Hermione?"
Harry mentally smacked himself as Ron and Hermione both gave him the same look.
"Yeah, yeah I know stupid question."
"What do you want to alter Harry?"
Harry looked down at the picture trying to decide.
"Turn his skin white."
With a complicated flick of her wand, all the skin on the picture turned a light White color, with the white armor made him look almost like a ghost leadgend proclaimed him as.
"Can you pull the hair from his face, make it shorter and turn it black?"
Hermione looked slightly worried, but cast several more complicated spells. After a couple minutes she gave Harry a sad look.
"Sorry I can't get the hair out of his face."
"That's no problem Herm, got one last thing. Make his nose bigger and put a hook in it."
Dawning spread over Hermione's face, though Ron looked slightly confused.
" You don't think, no Dumbledore would never let a murder teach students."
Harry raised his eyebrow, and Hermione blushed. Dumbledore didn't have the best record with whom he hired for teachers.
"Wait you guys are thinking Snape is the great Zerachiel?" good old Ron, 3 minutes to late.
Hermione now slightly shaking cast the last spell, and all three stared down at the picture.
There was no denying it, his attitude, the coldness, and his speed in battle.
Zerachiel did not die in the battle of Hogwarts like the history books said, he was alive and ruled over Hogwarts with a iron fist.
Professor Snape was the great Lord Zerachiel